Gut Reactions (post-gig memories and other trips): Texas, "30th Anniversary of Southside", OVO Hydro, Glasgow.

This, for me, was very much a gig of two halves. The show started at 8pm. Texas performed two sets, firstly playing their debut album, Southside, in its entirety, then returning for a full show of their new stuff and greatest hits. In essence, Texas were their own support act.

I didn't enjoy the first half. Even though we'd arrived at 7.30pm, we didn't get in on time. The queues were horrendous. It took forty minutes to get inside the venue by which time the lights were down, the band were on stage and Sharleen was mocking us for not checking what time the gig started. Cheeky bitch.

It was a low key set, which the band performing seated. Between songs, Sharleen, dressed in her original denim jacket from back in the day, recounted stories from that time, occasionally sipping tea.

We pitched up at the very back of the hall unable to see where to go to get any closer. It felt like hell. On one side were the screeching banshees who chattered louder than the band, and the girlie selfie-takers, who constantly posed in various group combinations. On the other were the retirees who needed the comfort of checking their phones to ensure the Grim Reaper hadn't WhatsApp'd them to informed them their time was up. Early on, my temper simmering, I asked my wife if she was okay hoping she'd say no because I was so up for leaving. Crap view, shit surroundings and a third class experience. My shoes were even ripping from the floor like Velcro every time I moved my feet.

When the lights went up, we made our way to a more comfortable spot in the middle of the crowd giving ourselves a far better view. My wife informed me I'd knocked someone's cone out of their hand on the way through. I was oblivious to this and subsequently fretted about what I'd done. I wondered if I should find her and offer compensation. When I made this suggestion to my wife, asking if she could identify the person, I got a strange look. I figured she thought I was being stupid (a frequent occurrence) so I left it.

The carefully selected view was, of course, ruined by a six-foot-two lad who settled in front of us. Fortunately, his girlfriend was four-foot-six so my view was restored every time he bent down to talk to her.

Texas's main set was excellent. Sharleen may be a potty mouth but she's Glasgow through and through and the crowd loved her banter. The set had the right amount of light and shade finishing with a burst of uptempo numbers including their favourite cover, Suspicious Minds.

It could have been a brilliant night if it hadn't been for the experience outside trying to get in. At least it wasn't raining and I'm glad I stayed for the whole show.

On the way back to the car, I asked again about the woman with the ice cream cone. My wife corrected me. "I didn't say cone. I said phone. You knocked her phone out of her hand. She was absolutely livid." She then reassured me, "You didn't break it though." That's a relief.

Setlist

Southside

Intro (Southside)

I Don't Want A Lover

Tell Me Why

Everyday Now

Prayer for You

Faith

Thrill Has Gone

Fight the Feeling

Fool for Love

One Choice